Training

The kids are in the living room doing sit-ups. They’re holding each other’s feet and saying encouraging things like, “Super job” and “You can do this.”

Some kids play house.

My kids play Personal Trainer.

DEFINITELY got that from their Mom.

Pole Magic

Danger Monkey, age 9: “If we had roads, and a whole year, could we ride our bikes all the way to the North Pole?”

Me: “Goodness no. The poles are way too cold for human life.”

Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Then how does Santa live there?!?”

Me: “It really doesn’t make much sense, does it?”

(long pause)

Me: “How do you think it works?”

LMT: “I think he wears 200 coats and that’s why he looks so fat.”

Me: “Yep. I think you figured it out.”

Best Blanket Fort EVER

The kids love to build blanket forts in the living room. And in their rooms. And the hallways. Sometimes outside. Pretty much anywhere, really. We draw the line at the bathrooms, though. There are limits.

It’s really fun to see their creativity blossom and spill out into our living space. It’s not as fun to trip over all that creativity, so we get many opportunities to work on our “we clean up our own messes” philosophy as well.

But overall it’s a wonderful practice that I hope stays strong and vibrant as we all get older. I plan to keep joining them for as long as I can.

I knew that it helped develop their spatial/engineering brains, but I was a little surprised to see last weekend that it also is exercising their hospitality. Because what good is a blanket fort if your guests don’t feel truly and wholeheartedly welcomed?

Welcome_to_the_Fort

Don’t you just feel incredibly welcome?

Who’s up for building some blanket forts?